Sunday, October 21, 2012


Three photo shoots in Connecticut this weekend.  My longest stretch away from the kids for work.  It feels so good to be home.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The walls are thin

Sometimes it feels there is no boundary between her skin and mine.  Overlapping like water over sand.  I felt it deep in today’s early morning wake-up, which shuffled my feet from our dark room to hers.  Head plunged into her hair, damp pillow, like I never left my own bed.  Thin difference.  Sometimes none.  Perhaps this is why parenting her can feel so hard.  I feel my own faults, fears, hopes, power, right below the surface.  Is it hers, or mine?  She breathes in as I breathe out.  Like the cord was never cut.